The sound of thunder crashing was enough to mask the sound of the door bolts sliding shut. Morgana Brackenheart breathed heavily, slumping to the floor of her rented abode, finally feeling safe from the pursuing guards.
She knew she had been a fool - her master had warned her that his scrolls were out of bounds for obvious reasons. Her powers were vast and untapped, but that brought uncertainty and risk. She had spent her youth in and out of various magic institutions, verbally and physically abused for something so 'vile' as being a woman.
Scarred by years of abuse, she had taken the plunge and stolen what she thought would be her ticket out - a transformation scroll. Just the right incantation and she would be a member of the other sex, unbound from her female-self.
She unfurled the scroll and scanned across the text, took a deep breath and started the incantation... As words from an unknown language emanated from her mouth, bright lights sparked from her hands as tingling spread across her body - was this the magic working?
There was a blinding flash and she came too on the floor...